Noah grinned as a man of definite importance strode up to the gate, finishing the problem between the two guards rather quickly. Noah was escorted into the courtyard, quickly, by his lot of guards. Once inside the courtyard, Noah turned to the man who had no doubt saved him a lot of time. The small boy, with a big grin, looked very queer in a fur cloak that nearly engulfed his whole body. This did not look like a prince, but sure enough, the small symbol on his clasp, a black bear with a white crown, signified that he was indeed part of the royal family of Cressen. "I thank you, kind sir." Noah pulled his left hand out from under his massive cloak, striking it forward to shake the older looking man's hand. "I am Prince Noah Ardian, heir to the seat of Cressen, first born son of King Guymon Adrian." Noah introduced, dutifully reciting his titles, his eyes shifting to the side, and his words taking slight pauses, as if a child attempting to remember a problem in class.